When the time comes…

..I’ll be waiting in line. There will be no announcement for those lagging behind. Time will pass, and those still waiting will be well kept in the lapses of memory. They will be missed but not mourned, much like someone you haven’t seen in ages but make no effort to visit. Surely by the time I get to the front of the line, I will be able to find my way to the beginning again.

It’s hard to decide what really deserves priority in the long list of things one does in a day. A friend suggested to me to put things in perspective or to take a look at “the larger picture”. To be sure, I was assisted in seeing the plight of others and how my own quarrels pale by comparison. Unfortunately, the larger picture has now become part of my lists. The grand scheme always gets top spot, but since it does, the rest of the list is in complete disarray.

Something will happen soon. I’m not sure what, but consider this your foreshadowing. It might be a small event; it might be a large event. But an event it will be. It will again change my perception of things, though whether it aides my focus on daily objectives is a toss-up. One can hope.

Again, I find myself writing here when my words are better put to use in my academic work. Ha! Academic work. I just made homework sound a bit more important. Look how proud I am.

I ramble to kill time.

A small list:

• Photography has changed my life
• I would love to write for a living
• Graffiti is art
• Change is bad in the best way.

This is the end.

–Chris

Meanwhile, back at the lab…

…things were brewing. Calls were coming in from across the company begging for results. As of yet, the creation was raw and volatile. Stability had yet to be confirmed. The restraints certainly weren’t ready to be removed, and complete independence was far beyond the distant horizon. The only thing to do was to remove the inputs, dispose of the corpse, and try again. Would there be enough time?

I’ve got a bit of a burden on me lately. I could make a checklist, but those are never as fun or as inventive. It seems that college apparently has a bit of a reputation for having the students do work. I can’t say I’m too surprised, however I was caught off guard. Recovery efforts are in progress.

Never the less, I’m struggling through through the vast amounts of books and will emerge victorious as always.I am impenetrable with my armor of youth. I conquer the future with spears cast in endless potential. I stake my flag in the crags of minimal experience and brilliant exuberance.

I will win.

– Chris

What’s that like?

Ruining your life? It sure as shit must be better than improving it. You appear to be having such a grand time spiraling downward! Can I get in on the action? What’s the cost? Oh. I have to pay by losing the best thing I have going? I’m not even sure what that is. Skills? Relationships? I can pay with both? WELL, WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO!

I see or hear about people everyday who are consistently sabotaging themselves. I’d imagine I’m wading in some pretty deep hypocrisy, but sometimes it gets to me. I just can’t let people walk by, certainly none that I care about, and waste away under the burden of their own subterfuge! Get free! Why bother with things slowing you down? If it gets better, great! You’ve improved something below average to par. Too bad all that time is gone.

Relax. It’s only life.

–Chris

Life as a static

When you are part of the furniture, there is a drastic abundance of space in the room. There is no need for all the carpet paths. All the ceiling height. No, when you are being slowly absorbed by your own office chair, a closet seems much less functional. All you really care for is the adequate amount of blue-waved light gleaning over your fabric-ed face.

I’ve been assaulting my keyboard for the past week producing sheet after sheet of essays in which I type things I have absolutely no belief in. Ethics for example. Typing what is asked of you is fine and all, but typing what they want to hear is nigh unacceptable.

At any rate, with luck I’ll have produced 10 more pages by Thursday, 5 of which will be sent to the University of Texas at Austin to be stamped Approve or Deny.

I’m off topic. I’m on time. I’m quick to be slow.

–Chris